"Young master will not die." Xiahou Xiyue, whose eyes were red and could not help sobbing slightly, immediately retorted loudly. She did not allow him to say that about herself.
"You are so reluctant to let me go?" Duanmu Xiu dared to whisper to him. Duanmu Xiu reached out to hold her hand, but then he thought that the temperature of his body might burn her delicate skin, so he could only put it down sadly.
"I..." Xiahou Xiyue's cheeks couldn't help but turn red, she acted as if she was too excited.
"Okay, I want to take a rest. You can go out." Duanmu Xiu clenched the fist that was so hot that he could hardly hold it back and said calmly.
"Oh." Xiahou Xiyue glanced at him uneasily before reluctantly leaving.
And just after she stepped out of the room, Duanmu Xiu immediately stood up and walked to the bathroom, putting his hands into the wash basin filled with cold water. After a while, the cold water gradually turned into warm water.
Looking at the basin of warm water, a bitter look appeared in his dark eyes.
He almost thought that his pain was over, but what he didn't expect was that what greeted him was the beginning of another hell.
Xiahou Xiyue returned to her room worriedly.
"What did he do wrong in his previous life? God wants to punish him like this?" I originally thought that the cold poison in his body would be eliminated and he would be able to return to a normal state. Who knows, but now it seems to be even worse.
"What should I do? What should I do with him?" Xiahou Xiyue sat down in front of the dressing table in despair. She reached out and was about to take off the hair tie on her head when she suddenly found a business card on the dressing table. She was stunned for a moment.
, picked up the business card, and when she saw the name on it, her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yun Shangzi is a Taoist priest. Maybe he can help the young master break the curse. Should he tell the young master? No, if he can't touch the curse on the young master, wouldn't the young master be more sad? Let's make sure first, Yun
Taoist Priest, I'm going to leave it to you this time." Xiahou Xiyue took out the mobile phone Duanmu Xiu gave her and pressed the phone number on the business card.
"Hello, are you Yun Shangzi, Taoist Master Yun?" Xiahou Xiyue dialed his number nervously.
"That's right, Pindao is Yun Shangzi. What can I do for you, Miss?" A gentle man's voice came from the phone.
"Taoist Master Yun, you are so kind. My name is Xiahou Xiyue. I bumped into you in the stationery store that day, and you gave me your business card. Do you still remember me?"
"It turns out it's you. We are really destined. Are you in trouble?" There was concern in the gentle voice.
"Yes, Taoist Priest, you are so awesome. This way, I can take care of the trouble I have." If she didn't have trouble, she wouldn't have called him. At this moment, she could only act like a dead horse, even if she thought in her heart.
He is a magic stick, and for the sake of the young master, she has to give it a try.
"Since we are so destined, God has destined Pindao to help you resolve your misfortune."
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, do you know how to solve the curse?" Xiahou Xiyue asked expectantly.
"I know a little bit about it."
"Taoist Priest, my young master has been cursed. Could you please help my young master break the curse?"
"There are many kinds of spells. I don't know what kind of spell your young master has been cast on. So, if it's convenient for you, come out and meet me. You can tell me his detailed symptoms. If I can't help you,
Pindao will definitely help your young master break the curse."
